Anger flowed through her body, directed at Spencer for making her care, for luring out the Jekyll within Ashley, while she had fought tooth and nail not to drink the formula.

This was all so fucking wrong.

She gasped loudly as Spencer’s hand pressed flat against her bare stomach. It was warm, causing her skin to tingle.

“…Pretend…I’m…Aiden…okay?” The words emerged in one quick, nervous breath, each word separated by a quivering mouth.

Ashley pressed her eyelids together, a tiny crack of light from the window slipping through.

Spencer’s hand slowly dragged up Ashley’s stomach, the lines and creases of her hand and fingers trailing up under her shirt. Her entire body began to quiver, sweat dripping down the back of her legs and into the denim of her jeans.

A warm calm slinked down her insides, through her chest, past her stomach, and down towards her toes. Spencer’s fingers fluttered when they reached her bra, the tips of her fingers, grazing back down Ashley’s stomach, to her waistline, and then proceeded back up again.

Ashley’s transformation into marionette was almost complete, as she allowed her head to turn towards Spencer, her arms dangling loosely at her sides. Spencer’s head was almost in her neck, her rapid breaths gently kissing Ashley’s neck. Spencer’s eyes were closed, her teeth clamped onto her lower lip.

Spencer’s fingers slipped underneath Ashley’s thin bra, the flat of her hand pressing against her nipple, forcing a rush of air out of Ashley’s lungs, which caught a piece of Spencer’s hair and sent it gently fluttering over Spencer’s shoulder.

“…Is this what you thought it would feel like…?” Spencer whispered softly and slowly, as her hand clamped gently onto Ashley’s breast, her hips shifting into Ashley’s, the belt buckle digging into Ashley’s belly. The room began to whir about, as Ashley succumbed to the sensations, suddenly not caring about the outcome, whether Spencer would run from her in disgust or totally ignore her after.

The string attached to her hand yanked it towards the sky, as Ashley pushed her own hand under the hem of her shirt, placing it on top of Spencer’s, squeezing hard against her own breast.

Spencer’s chest heaved, each time slamming into Ashley’s chest. Ashley dragged Spencer’s hand back down her stomach and up to her other breast, their finger’s overlapping, Ashley wanting control, but losing out to Spencer, who used her middle finger to grip Ashley’s.

Spencer swallowed so hard Ashley could hear the saliva caught in her throat, her breath dancing through the strings of saliva as they clung to the back of Spencer’s mouth.

“Is this what you want, Ash…?”

A flash of red closed in upon the window. Ashley sensed his presence, a flood of panic overtaking her current state of thick and viscous desire. She clutched Spencer’s hand and yanked it out from her shirt, using her hips to shove Spencer backwards away from her.

Spencer’s eyes darted open wide, a small sob slipping from her lips. Ashley leaned back against the wall, her brown eyes now black as tar, the heavy liquid flowing steadily from her pupils, over her breasts, and onto the filthy floor of the dingy shack, slinking mercilessly at Spencer, covering her shoes and crawling up her legs, over her body to her startled face, completely engulfing her. Spencer’s arms flailed helplessly as the black tar suffocated her, dragging her back down to the floor.

A bright blaze of light illuminated the room, everything that was trapped there escaped into the afternoon sun. Ashley stood frozen in time. Her eyes never left Spencer’s…

Even as Aiden touched her shoulder and proclaimed…”You’re it.”